INTO THE WOODS (Masky x reader x Hoodie)

revamped part 12

His eyes fluttered open to a half dimmed apartment. Sunlight barely bled through the curtains, so he knew it was early morning. He attempted to move, but his already sore wrists were tied on either side of the bed. They burned against the nylon rope they were confined to. He tried to move his legs but they were bound as well. His body was cold. He wasn't wearing pants. Or a shirt. He looked up to the door, now completely frightened. His wallet and mask were on the nightstand. Unlike before he could actually recall what his actions were prior to this. He just didn't understand how the hell he ended up naked and tied up. He heard a key twist in the door knob as it opened. She walked into the room, a quick smile flashing on her face as they met eyes. "You awake, sunshine?" He didn't expect her to be so chipper about seeing him.

"The hell am I doing, tied up like this?" He asked. It wasn't as aggressive as he wanted it to sound. His throat was dry and talking didn't help.
"The fuck are you doing underneath my bed, Masky?" She asked, sashaying towards him, dropping the plastic bag. "You should be grateful I didn't slit your throat in your sleep." Although it was a threat, her voice was sweet like cinnamon. It was more than satisfying seeing that she was okay. His deluded brain held back a smile. As long as he could see her. "I wasn't naked when I was under there."
"Yeah, you weren't. But your clothes smelled like hell." She tossed a bag onto his bare chest. "Washed em' for you. You need a fucking bath, too." He was confused. Why was she taking care of him? He didn't mind the motherly treatment. Albeit being a bit harsh, it flattered him nonetheless. He was lost for words. She looked different. She looked a bit thinner. Her eye bags were much darker, she had a bruise that was pretty much almost healed under her eye.

"What happened to your face?" He asked. She gave him a strange look and laughed. "Why the fuck do you care?" She asked. She wondered why he wasn't struggling, cussing her out, trying to get out of the ropes he was bound to. It seemed to not bother him as much as she assumed. She was assuming she'd have to get a bit physical with him to get him to calm down, leave a rag in his mouth or something.

"Did somebody hurt you?" He asked. He sounded like he felt turmoil over the bruise on her face. Now she was weirded out. "Seriously, why do you care?" His unmedicated brain spewed thoughts at a pace faster than you could spit. How did he respond? Why didn't she understand? It was obvious. "Why does it matter? I asked what happened." She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. She was wearing the same tracksuit she did yesterday. He noticed a knife in her waistband, clipped neatly, almost nearly hidden by her clothes. "Now you wanna care, Tim?" She asked.

He was confused. What did she mean by that?

"(Y/n), do you remember that past couple of months?"

"No shit I do. How could I fucking forget? Do you hear yourself?" Her voice highered in pitch. "Why do you think I have you fucking tied up?" He reached for his mask, lifting it. "I don't know what happened to you, Tim, but don't act like you fucking care now." His heart raced in fear. "What have I done?" He whispered to himself."
"Is that rhetorical?"
"No!" He yelled. "I- I don't fucking remember anything!"
"Bull fucking shit Masky!" She pulled out her knife. It was a spring assist, black with red trims. She pointed it at him but he felt no fear while she waved it in his face. "Don't play fuckin' dumb now! You AND Hoodie fucking lied to me!" Tim shook his head.
"No. No, what do you even fucking mean?!" She laughed in irritation, bringing her fingers to her temple.
"You... you fucking cunt," she hissed.
"(Y/n), me and hoodie got separated. I'm not on my meds. I'm.. I'm seeing shit that's not there-"
"See this, bitch," she muttered. She rummaged through her bathroom drawer, pulling out her camcorder. She struggled to put the tape in but forced him to watch its contents.

She fast forwarded through a dark video of her in her room, sleeping. "Now fucking look." In the frame he saw himself wearing the mask, standing above her, watching her. Hoodie in the background rummaged through her drawers. After a while, Masky started to as well. I guess they didn't notice her camcorder hidden in the closet of her room. He watched himself stuff his pockets full of her things, which is where he assumed he got all of the Polaroids and jewelry. Did he take it to sell it, or because it was hers he wondered. ''We were looking for the tape," he realized.
"Make fuckin sense to you now sunshine?" She mocked. "I see you still got my Polaroid. Where's the rest of my shit?"
"I'm guessing whatever's in my room," he muttered.
"Why are you acting like you don't know?" She snapped, pointing the knife at him again after tossing the camcorder on the bed.
"Because, (Y/N), I'm not lying about this shit. I don't fucking remember anything," he cried. She saw tears threatening to slip his brown eyes. She had a smile on her face but it scared him now. She leaned into him, her necklace dangling in his face. "Well I'll help you remember, you and that fucking freak you work for. You'll fuckin' remember, Masky."

He swallowed harshly, her knife still clutching in her shaking hand.